I’ve had this blog long enough that I have started to recycle titles to my posts. I’m almost positive I’ve used ‘Waiting’ before and the other day I really wanted to use ‘I’m all about them words’ instead of ‘A quick update to forgetting’ but I couldn’t, in good conscience, knowingly repeat a clever title.

Anyway…I’m not here to talk about that. I’m waiting to hear from a very close friend. She went to the doctor this morning to see if she is going to need chemo to help her finish off her battle against breast cancer. I don’t expect her to call me because we’re not family (though in a way we are – she’s Griffin’s day care provider). I want to call her because I’m concerned about her and her family. She is only a few years older than me and has three children of her own. I don’t want to upset her if she did get bad news, but I also don’t want her to think I don’t care by not calling her. It’s such a fine line to walk. I’m concerned. I care. We love her to pieces. She’s wonderful. She totally understands me and vice versa. She can breathe through Griffin’s meltdowns better than I can. She loves him and he just lights up when he sees her. I don’t want her to have to go through this. I don’t want her to have to go through any more than she already has.

I leave in about 2 hours to pick up Griffin from her house. I will know then. I can only pray that she got the good news she deserves.